Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	10-June 00:08:00 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 140723 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The fire [time] => 2008-03-02 11:20:24 [hometext] => This poem will mean different things to different people. But whoever reads it will understand that this poem is about a choice many of us face. [bodytext] => What is life but a single fleeting moment?
I contemplate as I stare at dancing shadows.
What is love but a moment of warmth.
In this neverending pit of cold in which we're forced to live.
It's a memory to torture as I sit in the cold.
Unflinching.
Unfeeling.
Numb as I stare at the lovers flames.
Watching the fire lick the night sky.
I am torn by my options.
Do I sit and watch the fire.
Wait for the moment I get to feel it's warmth.
Or do I embrace the darkness.
Absorb the cold.
And forget my loves that never last.
Memories that are altogether beautiful but painful?
The good memories haunt me. The bad make me smile.
Let me forget the fire.
Let me accept the cold.
What is pain but the relization of something better?
I laugh as I stare at dancing lights.
What is memory, but something that no longer exists.
I'm haunted by faces as I sit and contemplate. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 308 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Makeshift_2134 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

The fire

Contributed by Makeshift_2134 on Sunday, 2nd March 2008 @ 11:20:24 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

What is life but a single fleeting moment?
I contemplate as I stare at dancing shadows.
What is love but a moment of warmth.
In this neverending pit of cold in which we're forced to live.
It's a memory to torture as I sit in the cold.
Unflinching.
Unfeeling.
Numb as I stare at the lovers flames.
Watching the fire lick the night sky.
I am torn by my options.
Do I sit and watch the fire.
Wait for the moment I get to feel it's warmth.
Or do I embrace the darkness.
Absorb the cold.
And forget my loves that never last.
Memories that are altogether beautiful but painful?
The good memories haunt me. The bad make me smile.
Let me forget the fire.
Let me accept the cold.
What is pain but the relization of something better?
I laugh as I stare at dancing lights.
What is memory, but something that no longer exists.
I'm haunted by faces as I sit and contemplate.

Copyright © Makeshift_2134 ... [ 2008-03-02 11:20:24]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: The fire (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 2nd March 2008 @ 11:43:59 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Very well written. Definitely makes me think of the past i wish to forget. but mayber we're meant to remember? i can't be sure. to me, the fire is the longing that i will never know. and the cold is the harsh reality that i try to escape.

Ravyn

Re: The fire (User Rating: 1 )
by FRANCO on Sunday, 2nd March 2008 @ 12:38:42 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

The dry loveless bitter cold is well expressed here with a right flawless flow of words, which makes this poem a moving one indeed.
Great write my friend.
Regards,
FRANCO.

Re: The fire (User Rating: 1 )
by BRIDGI on Sunday, 2nd March 2008 @ 01:02:31 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

i like it...
it makes me think about my relationships...
the ones that didnt last adt i really wanted them to...
but you know?
its better to have loved then not to love at all..
so i embrace it...
the fier and the cold...
cuz both are good and both are bad...
you know?
i like it...

Bridgette

Re: The fire (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Sunday, 2nd March 2008 @ 02:41:55 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I say comtemplation is my friend & I embrace a sense of love or just a taste of something lost my mind can't place. . . to spit it out. . . to let me waste a time of growth, a state of grace. no, I can't turn my tear stained face to lift a hand & shatter pain. I want my heart-ache to bring gain. to hold my lessons, forget the name of loves' desire & lost loves shame. where are you friend? inside your mind. at heavens door we glance behind & wait on journeyed discipline earned hard & yet we try again.we try & try as we ascend to sweet relief & time to mend. . .elle.

Re: The fire (User Rating: 1 )
by SilverRain on Sunday, 2nd March 2008 @ 08:04:10 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Piece that made me think. Like the paradox you use - life, love, pain, memories and choices we have to make re these. "haunted by faces" - nicely put.
Nice one.

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com